Dear Mary, Mother by Lance Markeith
Dear Mary, Mother by Lance Markeith

Dear Mary, Mother

Lance Markeith * Track #1 On Vol. 2, Will Rap For Food

Dear Mary, Mother Lyrics

Rise with me
Young brethren

It's a new page in my rhyme book
A new cage in my mind
Hooks and bars got my mind shooken hard
Niggas was playin’ close contact
I shook em off
Look to God for all my problems
Mercy Me dear father
Why all these bitches and dogs hollerin’
Young niggas tryna make an escape from out the bottom
I tried to play it safe
Niggas tried to confiscate my place
Just to try and stop my fate
Real niggas don’t die
They just fuckin’ penetrate
They want me on some slave shit
Tryied fuck me up in the brain
But a nigga went Kunta Kinte
With his foot up on the pavement
I think momma blames it
On the alcohol and pussy that I came in
Smellin’ like a pound whats a college education
I was tryna get put on and they needed registration
And 28 grams just for an application
Ain’t got no time to make this shit up
I’m in the basement
Cookin’ this shit got it cakin’
The mad scientist
This my dissertation
Ironic, they needed money from the runaway
Just to get em to freedom
But he told him he ain't need it
He just wanted a leader
Just to know what to preach em
When he got back to the heathens
Sayin’ all they ever needed was
Something to believe in
To stop the heavy breathing
Feelin’ beaten, Dear Mary

Come with me
I praise you hope they don’t fuck with me
It’s a simple question nigga now
Are these niggas gone ride or die
Ladadadidida watch em lie
Come with me
I praise you hope they don’t fuck with me
It’s a simple question nigga now
Are these niggas gone ride or die
Ladadadidida

Unleashin’ poems on these fuck niggas expose em
We ain’t got no sympathy for these cockroaches
It was funny in college
When they thought they could approach
Hail Mary bless the dead
And Imma show you what a ghost is
Most of my family
Prolly like what the fuck provoked this
And I can blame it on Trump
Or some ‘ol John Doe shit
Or how these crackas bein’ the reason
I wasn’t focused
And how I ain’t got no leaders
Or nobody to have hope in
Or how I look up to all the niggas
That ever kicked a door in
Cause at least some way
I know them motherfuckas broke in
I’m sittin’ at the table
But the hunger damn near choked him
All that tryna be smart
Done caught up to em and broke him
I make music from a command nigga
Its in demand nigga
All these niggas nursery
Ain’t got time for Frans’ nigga
We sellin’ nicks at night
Ain’t got time for Friends nigga
Come up on the block with
Konans and Bruce Banners
Its the fuckin’ best rapper
To hit yo neighborhood or campus
Stereos, iPads, tablets
Nigga get technical like Go-Go Gadget
Nigga don’t hold yo flow
Just go head rap it
I was dunked in pulpit of sharks
And atheist bastards
They know the scriptures in the pool
Trippin’ on acid
I was just
Wonderin’ where the Sunday school class is
Who’d thought the rapture
Would be caused by some strippers
And uncoordinated bastards
Dear Mary
I say come with me
I pray for you
Hope they don't come for me

Come with me
I praise you hope they don’t fuck with me
It’s a simple question nigga now
Are these niggas gone ride or die
Ladadadidida
Come with me
I praise you hope they don’t fuck with me
It’s a simple question nigga now
Do you wanna ride or die
Ladadadidida

Will rap for food
Real rap is cool
Shout to Lupe
Off the top toupee
On the corner
Got blocks today
Niggas too sprayed
Niggas too cray
Shout 2cray, double cray
We up in this bitch
Comin' with the milkers
And double crates
That's the way
That's the way we had to do it right
Know ya rights
Know your hype
Know your life
Will-will rap for food
And I will eat all night
And I will get yo beat
And I will eat all night
Will eat for free
Buffet when you niggas talk to me
Hail mary praises
These niggaa basic
Flows comin from the basement
Basically
I broke it down to the basis
It's the mathematics
This supreme they can't taste it
Take it
Why these niggas gimme an acapella
I'll break it
I got on my knees to dear Mary
Told her this is how I take it
Got it in the block five dollars an hour
Now I moved on to twelve
Now bitches wanna holla
Bitches wanna swalla
Bitches want Gala
Niggas tryna get it in the picture
Makes the problem
It's time to get it
Time to make off the dollar
Time to make it of ya muscle
Why nigga wanna problem?
Will rap for Food nigga I’m hungry (Grrrrah!)

Dear Mary, Mother Q&A

Who wrote Dear Mary, Mother's ?

Dear Mary, Mother was written by Lance Markeith.

When did Lance Markeith release Dear Mary, Mother?

Lance Markeith released Dear Mary, Mother on Thu May 03 2018.

Your Gateway to High-Quality MP3, FLAC and Lyrics
DownloadMP3FLAC.com